On mornings in Jamaica, when the sunlight washes the hills gold and the breeze feels like it’s been sent from somewhere gentle, life slows and sometimes… gets just a little bit magical.
I grew up with these stories – little wonders that remind us what it means to belong, to share, to listen. This morning, John saw something that would make any child’s heart skip: a mango, red-gold and glowing, dangling low from an old Ackee tree. Was it really shimmering? Or did the rising sun just want to show off? In Jamaica, magic likes to blend with the ordinary.
And then, the wind got chatty. Whispering in a voice soft as honey, it carried a message every Nana wants grandchildren to hear: “Blessings grow only when shared.” You see, the land itself knows that kindness lives best when we pass it ‘round.
John didn’t hesitate. That glowing mango—he broke it, handed a sweet slice to Granny right there under the spreading leaves. Her smile shone brighter than the fruit!
So, carry this lesson into your own day, wherever you are. If you spot a little bit of magic, don’t keep it all to yourself. Share—the blessing will double and spill warmth across your hills, too.


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